I said, if I could describe my eating self in one word, it would be troll. It’s not a judgment; it’s a fact.

            Now that I have my own can, I’m double fisting these chiles into my mouth. It’s one right after another. Once the can was emptied of its’ beautiful contents, the family was ready to drive into town, and pick up grandma. Everything was going smoothly, but when it comes to my life, nothing goes smoothly.

           

            I must have lost track of time, and of myself, because the next thing I knew, we were a few miles northwest of Hooper. I sat in the backseat of the truck, staring out the window. Nebrask...

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